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 head, rolled it up, immersed it in a tumblerful of, water, wrung it out , and put it back on his head. Every time he took off the cloth I had a better view of his little face, with its short, black-and-white, but chiefly white, stubble moustache on his narrow upper lip—so narrow in fact that the fat down-pointed nose tip almost meets the lip. His lower lip is very sensitive and expressive. His eyes are soft. The face is the small lower extension of a big, bulging head with large ears extending abruptly away from it.

A few minutes after I returned to the guest house, Dev, the Socialist leader, arrived with a member of the ashram to discuss India and Russia and the war. They were passionately anti-British. Dev said he was sorry that this was so, but India had suffered at the hands of England and their views were an emotional reaction to national suffering.

I wanted to have a complete record of what Gandhi had said to me, and so, after Dev and his friend had left, I took off the jacket of the blue striped pajama suit which I had worn for the Gandhi interview and settled down to type notes. After five minutes, I was tired and running with perspiration. I took another splash bath in my water room. As I sat on the terrace, typing, I watched a young Indian woman who walked to and fro in front of the house. She was barefooted